MR GOUR. If I can help it.
MR BAR. God help, God help!
Women are even untoward creatures still.
[Exeunt.
Enter PHILIP, FRANCIS, and his BOY, from bowling.
PHIL. Come on, Frank Goursey: you have had good luck
To win the game.
FRAN. Why, tell me, is't not good,
That never play'd before upon your green?
PHIL. 'Tis good, but that it cost me ten good crowns;
That makes it worse.
FRAN. Let it not grieve thee, man; come o'er to us;
We will devise some game to make you win
Your money back again, sweet Philip.
PHIL. And that shall be ere long, and if I live:
But tell me, Francis, what good horses have ye,
To hunt this summer?
FRAN. Two or three jades, or so.